Woody's

Woody's is a gay bar/club in center city and the location for Mitchell's birthday party last night.

I was excited to dance. I'd never been to any sort of club in my life, Kacey had raved for years about the excellence of this particular venue, and my hair cut + hoochie dress were dying to be tried out together. The evening leading up the outing was fun as well. Jake, Austin, Bubba, Kevin, and I played chirades in my room. At one point, I suggested only literary figures, and eventually chose Tennessee Williams. To illustrate my chirade, I chose Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, one of his central plays. Unfortunately, after getting "Cat __ _ Hot ___ Roof," they persisted in naming Dr. Seuss. Realizing my mistake, I switched to "A Streetcar Named Desire," which didn't take too long for them to figure out. Unfortunately, nobody, including English major, Jake, knew the author.

From ~9-10:30, I hung out with Matt, relaying to him the lecture on the geometry of music and generally talking about the interrelationship of music, math, architecture, and linguistics. We caught fourth meal, and I had too many mozzarella sticks for going clubbing in half an hour. I arrived back in my room at 10:40, giving me roughly 10 minutes to get into my dress and put on a little make up. Luckily, I'm not actually a girl and it worked. Dress. Pants. Eyeliner. Eyeliner. Lip gloss. Go! We met in the lobby of my building and headed to the subway! Tragically, we learned a party member did not bring an ID with a birth date on it, so she had to go back and rejoin us later. Her night was generally unfortunate about being inconvenient.

Club! Coat check was mandatory, an additional $2 to the $10 cover charge. It's up some stairs in a red lit room with a raised wooden dance floor. The DJs are phenomenal. Everything was expertly done, and I immediately set to dancing. Within a minute, I'd found a dance partner, and within 5 minutes, I'd been licked and declined further dancing with that particular person. Being my first experience there or at any club, I awkwardly danced near friends for a while before setting off to dance like my enthusiastic white self. It was the least discriminatory place I'd ever been. I danced with guys and girls, old and young, black, white, Hispanic, and Asian. It was wild and also very hot. Water was $4, so I gave no damns about drinking out of the sink. Two persons expressed interest in taking me home, one female, one male. That was flattering.

Afterward, the majority of our party went to IHOP for celebratory breakfast foods. IHOP serves neither sides nor rootbeer floats, but it is possible to order a scoop of ice cream and a soda for the unreasonable price of $5.19 + the going tax rate, which was $0.38 for me. Mitchell knew the server, and being the only patrons of the establishment, we all sat together creating pornos from movie titles or sharing ones we'd already heard. It started with a mention of "Saving Ryan's Privates," and progressed to "Guy Hard," "28 Gays Later," "Bitanic," and the eventual mention of "BI-HOP." We took a cab home, being nearly 3:30 in the morning, and I slept until 11. Lovely.